Save Anna Faris Before It's Too Late!

Yesterday's NYT had an interesting article by Manohla Dargis on the dearth of women in this Summer's movie slate - yes, it's a topic that comes up year after year, but it's true year after year so it's good somebody's around still sounding the alarm. Anyway, this bit caught my eye:

"And in August, Anna Faris stars in a comedy called “The House Bunny,” in which she plays a Playboy Bunny who is ejected from the Mansion because she’s too old. In a trailer for the movie Ms. Faris’s pretty-in-pink character responds to her firing with surprise. “I’m 27!” she yelps. “But that’s like 59 in Bunny years,” a male friend explains. In Hollywood years too, he might as well have added.

I admit that I laughed at the 59 line, mostly because Ms. Faris — who could be the next Judy Holliday but without the right material will, alas, probably end up the next Brittany Murphy — tends to do the dumb-blonde thing with sizable quotation marks."

Doesn't Dargis know that equating the genius of Anna Faris with... shudder... Brittany Murphy (or at least what Brittany Murphy turned into; Clueless-era Murphy kicked ass, of course)... well that comparison kills puppies. Meanness.

But it does worry me, and it's something I've shouted to the rooftops before - will somebody please recognize Anna Faris for the comic genius she is already? I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but this, along with the baby seals, is one of my pet causes (Baby seals, y'all).

Somebody save Anna Faris! Our course is clear - we must all go and see The House Bunny. Yes... it co-stars Rumer Willis and one of those American Idol rejects. But... Anna Faris, y'all. She's like a thousand baby seals wearing clown noses and dipped in chocolate sauce.
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